Page 112 of Pin-up Girl

I’d had the hardest time keeping this secret, but I also didn’t want to get into the details with Aubrey and Clint before I was more certain I could make it happen. I planned to tell them regardless, but the delivery, not getting hopes up, mattered.

Besides, it had been fun to know something they didn’t.

I needed Aubrey’s help with next steps though, and I knew I could move forward, so I was going to tell her on the way home.

After dragging things out just a few more minutes.

When we hit the freeway, Aubrey held up her index finger, then dropped her hand into her lap. “We’re going back to Haddarville. A different way than Clint is going.’

“We are.”

“And you’re going to tell me this big secret along the way?”

“Maybe.”

Aubrey huffed. “This secret had better be worth the build-up.”

“It is.” I was almost certain of it.

“And maybe is a pretty vague answer.”

It was. And I was itching to tell her. Maddox put me in touch with the group that owns that abandoned warehouse?—

“If you don’t tell me, I can tease too.” Aubrey spoke before I could.

Intriguing. “You have a secret?”

“No. But I did have an absolutely filthy dream last night, and when I woke up this morning, you were already gone, and there wasn’t time to take care of things myself, even though I was super horny.”

Not the turn I expected. Not that I was complaining. “And if I don’t tell you my secret you’ll… still be horny?”

“I won’t. That’s my threat. You drive and keep your secrets, and I’ll sit over here and scratch the itch the dream left behind.” Aubrey’s voice had shifted toward sultry. “You ever have a dream like that? Where the sex is so good, so real, that when you wake up you can still feel it?”

I glanced at her, but needed to keep most of my attention on the road, despite the roaring in my head at her words. “I have.”

“What do you do when you wake up?”

“Jerk off.” My skin was heating. Partly because the sun was high in the sky and bright, but mostly because she was making my pulse race.

“Exactly.” Aubrey slid her hands up her chest, over her top. “If the feeling lingers, you lay in bed and it still buzzes on your skin.” Her voice was satin; sultry and tempting.

This was the same tone she used when our conversations grew heated online. The same silky sounds she made when she was turned on. When we were having sex.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she was unbuttoning her top. In the bright sun, with traffic all around us. I tried to keep my focus on the road, but another glance revealed that the white lace of her bra was exposed.

“I thought maybe that feeling would fade as the day went on.” Aubrey sounded deceptively conversational, but still seductive. “That need lingered, though. And I just… I’ve gotta scratch that itch.” She drew out the last few words as she kneaded her breasts.

I was hard listening to her, and grateful traffic was light. “You’ve got to do that now?”

“If it means I get to tease you for keeping secrets, yes.”

I was going to tell you. The words died in my throat. This was far more entertaining. “Too bad there’s no way around that.”

“Too bad.” She squirmed in her seat, and a moment later, she set her panties on my knee. “Hold these?”

“If you’re putting on a show, I can’t see. I’m driving.” It didn’t matter. I could imagine, and that was almost as bad.

Aubrey’s sigh was melodramatic. “That’s okay. I have practice telling you. For example, with all these people around, what if someone sees me?”

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